My life plan is to be brutally honest all the way to the bank. Don’t believe me? I run a popular YouTube channel called TrashyZane, and my claim to fame is oversharing about every aspect of my personal life. Sometimes while tipsy. Not everyone loves my style, but I have a long history of icing out people who can’t handle me. I have no time for judgmental foolishness.

Except, apparently, when it comes to Beau Starr. His channel is the polar opposite of mine, and so is he. Wholesome, inspirational, and clean-cut. Everything about him should turn me off, but when we hook up following a confrontation at a convention, my world flips upside down. Not only does Beau Starr turn me on, he uses the exact combination of dirty talk and roughness needed to turn me out.

But we still hate each other. I think.

| Review |

If you’re looking for a good enemies to lovers story, Mature Content has you covered. There is some serious loathing going on between Beau and Zane…until they hit the sheets. I’m a huge fan of the beauty community and home management portion of youTube (it’s a slight addiction of mine,) so I loved the setup for this story. That Beau and Zane were so opposite on camera and had so much animosity between them that they caught the eye of a fellow youTuber who focused on community gossip was such a fun premise. I love that they were getting a small taste of living under a microscope and had to keep things hush-hush. It made each encounter even hotter, and man was this book hot. Like sparks flying off my Kindle hot. Zane, who seemed to be the more confrontational of the two, absolutely melted in the bedroom for Beau, and it was so damn sexy. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

Beau and Zane weren’t only opposite in the personalities they showed the world on youTube, but they had very different families as well. Beau’s, well meaning and maybe a bit too into their son’s life, were all about furthering his youTube career and making plans for the future, while the only plan Zane’s family really had for him was to reel it in. Except for Zane’s grandmother, who adored him just as he was. And so did I, for the record. But alas, fate conspires against these two men in the form of Beau’s jerky ex-, and drama ensues. I loved that Beau had his cousin to help be his voice of reason, and that Zane finally bit the bullet to get back in touch with his high school friends, giving him more people to rally around him. I also love how both men were taken by surprise but willing to go with it, and that their first instinct was always to protect the other, not for themselves. There was so much emotion here. Fan of a good grovelling scene? You’re in in luck; you’ll get that here! But I won’t say from who. 😉

Going into this book, I didn’t know what to expect. I’ve loved everything I’ve read from Santino Hassell, but Megan Erickson was brand spanking new to me, and I wasn’t sure what would happen when they wrote together. Magic, as it turns out, and now I have a new author to add to my to be read list. Mature Content might be the fourth book in this series, but it was my first foray into Cyberlove, and I didn’t feel lost at all. I feel like I’ve probably missed out on some amazing reads, though, and I’ve already purchased the first two books in the series so I can remedy this as soon as possible. If you’ve only started visiting my blog recently, you’re probably wondering if I read anything other than Santino Hassell; I swear I do. But bear with me just a little while longer while I continue to wade through his backlist!

Overall I loved Mature Content, and if you’re a fan of enemies to lovers,opposites attract, and super-steamy sex scenes, I think you will, too.

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| Excerpt |

Beau frowned. “If I say yes, is it guaranteed you’ll do it just to bother me?” My mouth twitched. He rocked against me. “I’m serious.”

“Fine.” I sighed exaggeratedly, like he was really hassling me. “I’ll stay for a few.”

“Good.” Beau stood up, and I was suddenly eye level with his taut, sculpted stomach. “There’s another bathroom in my bedroom. And…you can grab some shorts from the chest if you don’t want to sit around naked.”

I almost asked him what the hell we were going to be sitting around doing, but kept my mouth shut. He went to the bathroom between the living room and kitchen, and I explored the rest of his apartment while slathered in jizz. It was almost as nice as mine, but nowhere near as artsy. My grandmother had helped me furnish it after shopping at thrift stores and refinishing furniture, but Beau’s apartment was kind of like a showroom. Eerily perfect.

Either way, his bathroom was on point with the lighting and shower, so I jumped in quickly after tying my hair in a knot. I rinsed off, wrapped myself in a super-plush towel, and then snagged a pair of cut off shorts and a T-shirt that had his fucking face on it, which was too funny to not wear.

I waltzed out in my new outfit and found him on the phone with…a menu in his hand. Freezing, I fucked up my entrance and gaped when he waved it in my face.

“Do you like Mediterranean food?”

“Uh. What?”

Beau looked at me like I was an idiot. “Zane. Tell me what you want to eat.”

“Oh. Um. I don’t know. I don’t not like any foods.”

He rolled his eyes and rattled off enough food to feed an entire family. When it was done, and he told them to charge his account, he pointed at the shirt I’d procured.

“Just so you know, I didn’t have that made.”

“Uh-huh. But before I mock you relentlessly, why are you ordering food? Like, just because you’re trying to make up for being a dick doesn’t mean—”

Beau grabbed the front of the shirt and a ripping sound filled the room. He didn’t even pause. Just jerked me against him and kissed me so hard I lost my train of thought. Fuck, I lost my sense of self. Fell headfirst into the intensity of his kiss and then wrapped my arms around his neck because… I really could not get enough.

His soft lips were perfect, his tongue lashing at mine with such finesse my dick started to swell again. Especially when he tangled his hand in my hair and tugged just hard enough to make my knees weaken.

“Fuck me before the food gets here,” I blurted.

Beau pressed our foreheads together, panting against my face. “We just washed up. And I want to talk to you.”

“We can talk later.” Fuck, was I whining? I was whining. “Please, Beau?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, muttered a very clear fuck it, and then backed me into his bedroom. We were on his bed, clothes discarded, so fast my head was spinning with delight. How Beau Starr was the best kisser I’d ever been with was a mystery, but, damn, the guy’s tongue was magic.

| About the Authors |

Megan Erickson

She lives in Pennsylvania with her very own nerdy husband and two kids. Although rather fun-sized, she’s been told she has a full-sized personality. When Megan isn’t writing, she’s either lounging with her two cats named after John Hughes characters or… thinking about writing.

Santino Hassell was raised by a conservative family, but he was anything but traditional. He grew up to be a smart-mouthed, school cutting grunge kid, then a transient twenty-something, and eventually transformed into an unlikely romance author.

Santino writes queer romance that is heavily influenced by the gritty, urban landscape of New York City, his belief that human relationships are complex and flawed, and his own life experiences.

LOL! I get that way when I find an author to love. I want their whole backlist before I can move on. No problem. I enjoy seeing your thoughts on those. I’m the opposite. I’ve already been a Megan Erickson fan and need to read Santino Hassell for the first time. Getting to it this summer for Illegal Contact. 🙂